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Friday, February 3, 2012

Best of the Week #46

It is officially 8 hours to weekend time and I am super-psyched! Not that this week has been BAD per say…but let’s just agree, that most glorious moment when you step out of your office building on Friday night is something to look forward to.

This week I did two track workouts, went climbing, chilled with co-workers, and oh ya know got some work done. This weekend I’m going to see some Shakespeare and go to the one museum in DC that I haven’t been to…guess which one?

To kick off this Best of the Week on a semi-serious note, on Tuesday: “U.S. Director of National Intelligence James Clapper provided the national intelligence community’s annual threat assessment to the U.S. Senate. Of particular significance to our work was that both mass atrocities and human trafficking were included as threats to U.S. national security.” (Read more.)

If coffee were a football team, I would be that shirtless guy standing in the end zone seats with my entire body and head painted to match my team’s uniform, going completely batshit for all three televised hours, as if my actions could help my team win. Coffee fuels nearly everything I do in the outdoors, and 100 percent of the writing I do.

I have battled a couple addictions in life, and won handily. I am proud of this. I am addicted to coffee, and I am not going to battle it. I am going to embrace it.

Of course, on the road, I don’t mind truck stop coffee. It is not the best, but given no other options, I will drink the s*** out of that s***. It reminds me a little bit of real coffee.

My grandmother is 84 years old, and when we are together for the holidays, I will routinely make a pot of coffee at 7 p.m. after dinner. I ask my grandmother, Grandma, if I make some coffee, will you drink some? She has never said no. My grandmother is awesome.

You can lose weight by drinking nothing but hot water with lemon. Or you can run for an hour, treat yourself to a cookie and still fit into your skinny jeans. One of these options makes you bitchy; the other makes you rad.